Pain…
It felt as if her internal organs were being gnawed by ten thousand venomous insects. Su Hanchu’s brows were tightly furrowed, her forehead drenched in sweat.
Su Hanchu suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for air as she looked at the crimson bed curtains above her.
Her eyes were filled with confusion. What was going on?
Why did this look like a wedding chamber?
Hadn’t she failed her mission to assassinate the high-level officials of Country R, been fed poison, and tortured for a confession? How could she be on a bed in a wedding chamber?
Could the organization have rescued her?
Suddenly, a piercing pain shot through her mind.
Simultaneously, a flood of memories that didn’t belong to her rushed in.
After a moment, Su Hanchu finally understood the situation.
She had died under interrogation and transmigrated. She had entered the body of another Su Hanchu, the eldest young miss of the General’s Manor. Just yesterday, she had married Jun Moye, the Heir of the Prince of Qin’s Manor, as his Consort.
On her wedding night, she hadn’t waited for her husband, but instead, his cousin, Chen Siyu, had arrived.
Chen Siyu provocatively claimed the original host was unworthy of Jun Moye and that the Princess of Qin was already preparing to let Jun Moye take her as a secondary wife. Indignant, the original host argued with her. During the scuffle, her head was pushed against a table, leaving her unconscious until now.
Su Hanchu briefly organized the information in her mind, rubbing her temples as she slowly sat up. Since she was here, she might as well accept it and take things one step at a time.
She then checked her Spatial Dimension and found that it was still there, along with the good things she usually stockpiled. This made her heave a sigh of relief.
Even if her mother-in-law and husband didn’t like her in the future, at worst, she would just get a divorce and leave. She could rely on her existing stock to lead a stable and wealthy life.
At that moment, a maid rushed in.
“Miss, something terrible has happened! Someone from the palace has come to read an imperial edict. It says Prince Qin is guilty of treason, and the household is to be seized and the family exiled…”
This was the original host’s maid, Ping’er.
Su Hanchu was briefly stunned.
No way? I just got here and I’m already being seized and exiled? Usually, when people transmigrate, they become empresses or rich young misses to enjoy life. Why was she not only demoted to a commoner but also sent into exile?
“Ping’er, are you sure about the confiscation and exile?”
Hearing this, Ping’er spoke anxiously, “My lady, I wouldn’t dare joke about such a thing even if I had a thousand lives! I heard the imperial edict with my own ears. The front hall is in chaos. Should we quietly return to the General’s Manor?”
Su Hanchu stood up and said, “Given the relationship between the Su family and the Prince of Qin’s Manor, now that the Prince’s house is being seized and exiled, the Su family likely won’t escape either. Find a way to hide some silver on yourself. I’m going out to take a look.”
After giving her instructions, Su Hanchu quickly walked out. Seized and exiled… she had to find a way to take her dowry first; otherwise, the loss would be too great.
Maids, servants, and elderly nannies were in a frenzy. Cries and shouts were everywhere, and no one paid Su Hanchu any mind.
Following her memories, Su Hanchu arrived at the storeroom of her courtyard, where the original host’s dowry was kept.
When she opened the door, she saw countless chests tied with red silk ribbons.
Su Hanchu randomly opened a few. Two were actually filled with gold that ordinary people in modern times could never afford. They were dazzlingly bright. Another two chests were filled with various pieces of jewelry.
There were also open trays displaying priceless items she had previously only seen in museums.
Gilded blue-enameled floral censers, Imperial Green jade ruyi scepters, screens embroidered with gold thread, white jade octagonal incense boxes, a white jade ‘Goddess of Mercy’ statuette, and countless bolts of fine silk and satin. There were even over ten wedding quilts, as well as spare washbasins, cabinets, and chests—all made of precious Phoebe zhennan wood.
There were also many antiques, paintings, and calligraphy works.
With a wave of her hand and a thought, Su Hanchu swept everything into her Spatial Dimension, not sparing a single chest. She only now realized that all the hard work she put into missions in her past life hadn’t earned her even half of this.
As expected of the legitimate daughter of a General’s Manor—this dowry was incredibly bountiful.
According to the original host’s memory, there were a full 128 chests of dowry.
Thinking about how she had become a wealthy woman as soon as she arrived, Su Hanchu’s mood instantly brightened, a slight smile touching her lips. Suddenly, the cries and noise from outside pulled her back to reality.
If a General’s daughter’s dowry was this wealthy, what would the treasury of the Prince of Qin’s Manor be like?
A thought struck her: instead of letting the confiscation benefit others, she might as well benefit her own Spatial Dimension. Since she had married in, she should have a share of the Prince’s Manor.
Su Hanchu hurried toward the main treasury.
Fortunately, her missions in her past life involved navigating castles and courtyards, so finding the treasury wasn’t too difficult.
When she arrived, she found two soldiers standing guard. Of course, how could a place as important as the treasury be left unguarded?
However, the two soldiers didn’t look well. After all, the news of the imperial edict to seize and exile the Prince of Qin’s entire family had likely already spread.
Su Hanchu had no time to waste. She stepped forward decisively and efficiently knocked them both unconscious.
She kicked them aside, then with a thought, the steel wire she frequently used appeared in her hand.
Focusing intently, she fiddled with the lock for a while, and the treasury door was soon opened.
Upon opening the door, Su Hanchu felt like her eyes were going to be blinded. She saw rows of gold bars, as well as many gold and silver ingots. Various pieces of jewelry were too numerous to count.
The various silks and satins almost dazzled her.
Oh heavens, You really have eyes. If she hadn’t been sure this was the Prince of Qin’s Manor, Su Hanchu would have thought she had entered a national treasury.
As she walked forward, every piece of gold, silver, and treasure she touched entered her Spatial Dimension. Her smile was so wide it almost reached her ears.
Rich! I’m rich! With this haul, I’ll definitely be the future wealthiest woman.
She didn’t pass up anything that had even a bit of value.
After emptying the treasury, Su Hanchu continued toward the warehouse area.
Treasures were good, but on the road to exile, the most important things would be food, drink, and supplies.
Because of the confiscation, many servants were packing their things and preparing to flee.
Su Hanchu made her way to the granary.
The Prince of Qin’s Manor was indeed second only to the Crown Prince’s Manor. With so many servants, the grain reserves were substantial.
She saw over a hundred bags of millet, over a dozen bags of flour, dozens of bags of soybeans, and nearby, some sweet potatoes, potatoes, noodles, peanuts, and the like.
Looking at several large baskets nearby, there were eggplants, garlic, ginger, dried chilies, salt, and other easily storable items. Next to them were jars of pickled cucumbers and pickled vegetables.
Su Hanchu moved quickly past every edible item, collecting them all into her Spatial Dimension.
With this much food, getting to the place of exile shouldn’t be a problem.
Looking at the empty storehouse… no, if it’s too empty, it will arouse suspicion…